Keep You (My Everything) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

Your voice.

It complicates my conscience.

It buries me with sweet, simple sounds.

Your body is a kaleidoscope, and I am colouring in the margins of the fragile moments we eagerly share with a shared pure but apprehensive smile.

This is just another Tuesday night in just another forgotten week of just another calendar found in this forgotten kinda life that feels like we’re always only halfway living as much as halfway just playing the string out.

I cannot tell you why it’s anymore worth living with me in it than it is each and every time we go months with nary a sound. I can only tell you I will not be a lecture ever for you, darling, I am merely a man who looks upon the heavens with thanks giving because it is your smile that once turned me about.

Life is not always worth the anguish, clearly.

You, however, are worth living for.

Of that I have little doubt.

Perhaps to that end I might help you find a way back to your hands and discover healing in the reflections made and the efforts had.

I met you once and lost everything.

So I will give my everything when you are lost and reeling.

I give you all of me – my everything – to see you safe, to keep you found.

March 10, 2020

I am behind on reading and noting.

Should I do a survey instead of this nonsense?

Life or rather more notably our government and the way it’s structured sucks copious bags of donkey dicks and licks rabid, angry gerbil testicles. :P